If my apartment had a security camera, it would show some interesting things from last night. For instance, 2 a.m. found me running around in the dark, wielding my laptop as a flashlight, frantically throwing clothes and blankets around my bedroom.
It's sort of a long story, but it involves a recurring nightmare featuring a large spider, and a newfound (or newly discovered) tendency to sleepwalk. An ex-girlfriend once woke to find me frantically pulling her out of bed, away from that fucking spider. Usually it takes about a minute for me to realize that I'm dreaming, even if I'm running through the house. To any aspiring therapists: please tell me what it means.
Oh yeah, and last week I got drunk and buzzed all of my hair off. This is what I looked like by the time I realized what I was doing. That's even a decent re-enactment of the face I made.
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